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Allday – Kid Did Good lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, chubby, huh
Guess the kid did good
[Hook]
I guess the kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get around me
They look at me so proudly
I guess this kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get near me
They smile and act friendly
I guess this kid did good
[Verse 1]
Uh, small pond, big fish
More songs get made, more wrongs get did
Conscience putting me in constant shit
And boxes telling me they want my dick
And honestly I never really wanted this
But a voice in my head says "Tom, persist
'Cause you quit school, quit ball, quit your hometown
So if you quit this, there is nowhere to go now"
I tried to quit the partying and slow down
But slowing down don't break no ground, na-nah
Na-nah, I was born in the '90s
A whole generation divorced from society
My girl says I love attention
We're cussing, swearing at another dead end, yeah
She's throwing my phone at the wall
Throwing my phone at the wall
[Hook]
I guess the kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get around me
They look at me so proudly
I guess this kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get near me
They smile and act friendly
I guess this kid did good
[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh, big dreams I've grown
Only fly boy in a no-fly zone
Summer all life and I drove by slow
Like vroom, vroom, vroom, yeah, I made it my own
I could go back now but I hope I don't
Keep it to the highway, no side roads
And I'm so far gone and the old me is dead
Left him in a ditch with a hole in the head
Work all day 'til I fall into bed
And they call me the best like I'm already there
And I, I got Cobain's spirit, 2Pac's attitude, Allday's lyrics
Yeah, my girl says I'm a fuckhead
I'm probably gonna end up dead
She's throwing my phone at the wall
Throwing my phone at the wall
[Hook]
I guess the kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get around me
They look at me so proudly
I guess this kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get near me
They smile and act friendly
I guess this kid did good
[Verse 3]
Yeah, right now I'm feeling Iraqi
My girl's the bomb so we rom like Paris
'Cause we live fast, live fast, die happy
On a lot of flights, trying to make it by rapping
I could pull out but it's all I need
For the house with the pool and the tall palm tree
House with the fridge and the ice machine
In a bed with fresh sheets and the size is king
High ceilings is like buyers and teen shit
It's what the agent said and I believe it
My critics say I'll run out of steam
My critics say I rap without a theme, but
Pretty soon they'll be on my dick
I'm sure, 'cause my girl says I'm cool as shit, but
She's throwing my phone at the wall
Throwing my phone at the wall
[Hook]
I guess the kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get around me
They look at me so proudly
I guess this kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get near me
They smile and act friendly
I guess this kid did good
Yeah, chubby, huh
Guess the kid did good
[Hook]
I guess the kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get around me
They look at me so proudly
I guess this kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get near me
They smile and act friendly
I guess this kid did good
[Verse 1]
Uh, small pond, big fish
More songs get made, more wrongs get did
Conscience putting me in constant shit
And boxes telling me they want my dick
And honestly I never really wanted this
But a voice in my head says "Tom, persist
'Cause you quit school, quit ball, quit your hometown
So if you quit this, there is nowhere to go now"
I tried to quit the partying and slow down
But slowing down don't break no ground, na-nah
Na-nah, I was born in the '90s
A whole generation divorced from society
My girl says I love attention
We're cussing, swearing at another dead end, yeah
She's throwing my phone at the wall
Throwing my phone at the wall
[Hook]
I guess the kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get around me
They look at me so proudly
I guess this kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get near me
They smile and act friendly
I guess this kid did good
[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh, big dreams I've grown
Only fly boy in a no-fly zone
Summer all life and I drove by slow
Like vroom, vroom, vroom, yeah, I made it my own
I could go back now but I hope I don't
Keep it to the highway, no side roads
And I'm so far gone and the old me is dead
Left him in a ditch with a hole in the head
Work all day 'til I fall into bed
And they call me the best like I'm already there
And I, I got Cobain's spirit, 2Pac's attitude, Allday's lyrics
Yeah, my girl says I'm a fuckhead
I'm probably gonna end up dead
She's throwing my phone at the wall
Throwing my phone at the wall
[Hook]
I guess the kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get around me
They look at me so proudly
I guess this kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get near me
They smile and act friendly
I guess this kid did good
[Verse 3]
Yeah, right now I'm feeling Iraqi
My girl's the bomb so we rom like Paris
'Cause we live fast, live fast, die happy
On a lot of flights, trying to make it by rapping
I could pull out but it's all I need
For the house with the pool and the tall palm tree
House with the fridge and the ice machine
In a bed with fresh sheets and the size is king
High ceilings is like buyers and teen shit
It's what the agent said and I believe it
My critics say I'll run out of steam
My critics say I rap without a theme, but
Pretty soon they'll be on my dick
I'm sure, 'cause my girl says I'm cool as shit, but
She's throwing my phone at the wall
Throwing my phone at the wall
[Hook]
I guess the kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get around me
They look at me so proudly
I guess this kid did good, kid did good
'Cause every time they get near me
They smile and act friendly
I guess this kid did good
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